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tamingthemuseTitle: Sensations
Fandom: Arthurian legends
Prompt: Prompt 343 - Incorporeal
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The Arthurian Legends are in the public domain. I make no reference to any copyrighted work. So all is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Nimue hated this world. She could never feel anything when wandering its surface.
Nimue hated this world.
She could never feel anything when wandering its surface. It was admittedly nice not to feel the blizzard cold of the northern region, but it also meant she couldn’t feel the sweet caress of the wind against her skin, or the throbbing pain from a burn. She always had to rely on her sight and sounds to judge if something would be dangerous or not. Touch, smell and taste were lost to her. She could only pretend.
She sat down on the edge of the lake and dipped her feet in the water. The cold liquid tinkled her toes. Avalon was lying deep beneath this water. She closed her eyes for a moment and let the sensation of the water invade her body. It was almost as if the breath of life had been granted to her once more.
She felt her body slowly slide down into the lake, not bothering to take off her clothes. Soon she was completely immersed in water. Her hair was wet and floating around her like a dance of algae, her clothes were growing as if expanding her body. She laughed, bubbles of water exploding above her in an extension of her happiness.
She remained in the water for a long time, floating, swimming, sinking. She was alive once more. But all the time she was careful not to go too deep, not to hear the pressing call of Avalon, of her home where fruits were juicy, sweet and smooth against your tongue, and where a hand in your was warm and comforting.
She finally emerged from the water and lay down on the grass. Her hair and clothes were sticking to her but she couldn’t feel them – not could she sense the warmth of the sun.
She kept her eyes closed, focusing on the remnants of sensation within her. She knew she would only have those memories to hold onto for the next few months. It would have to be enough – until the next time. And if went according to her plan, there wouldn’t be another time after it. She would come back, finally regained her full sensations.
There were only a few months to survive.
---*---
Hours later, she was sitting by the camp fire she started. She had done it out of habit and because it kept certain beasts away.
She couldn’t enjoy it, not properly, but she didn’t mind – not yet. She could still get lost in the dances of the flame that seemed to caress the air as the water had caressed her body, and for the moment this was enough to make this world bearable. There were still echoes of the songs of Avalon in her ears telling her how beautiful the world could be.
Fandom: Arthurian legends
Prompt: Prompt 343 - Incorporeal
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The Arthurian Legends are in the public domain. I make no reference to any copyrighted work. So all is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Nimue hated this world. She could never feel anything when wandering its surface.
Nimue hated this world.
She could never feel anything when wandering its surface. It was admittedly nice not to feel the blizzard cold of the northern region, but it also meant she couldn’t feel the sweet caress of the wind against her skin, or the throbbing pain from a burn. She always had to rely on her sight and sounds to judge if something would be dangerous or not. Touch, smell and taste were lost to her. She could only pretend.
She sat down on the edge of the lake and dipped her feet in the water. The cold liquid tinkled her toes. Avalon was lying deep beneath this water. She closed her eyes for a moment and let the sensation of the water invade her body. It was almost as if the breath of life had been granted to her once more.
She felt her body slowly slide down into the lake, not bothering to take off her clothes. Soon she was completely immersed in water. Her hair was wet and floating around her like a dance of algae, her clothes were growing as if expanding her body. She laughed, bubbles of water exploding above her in an extension of her happiness.
She remained in the water for a long time, floating, swimming, sinking. She was alive once more. But all the time she was careful not to go too deep, not to hear the pressing call of Avalon, of her home where fruits were juicy, sweet and smooth against your tongue, and where a hand in your was warm and comforting.
She finally emerged from the water and lay down on the grass. Her hair and clothes were sticking to her but she couldn’t feel them – not could she sense the warmth of the sun.
She kept her eyes closed, focusing on the remnants of sensation within her. She knew she would only have those memories to hold onto for the next few months. It would have to be enough – until the next time. And if went according to her plan, there wouldn’t be another time after it. She would come back, finally regained her full sensations.
There were only a few months to survive.
---*---
Hours later, she was sitting by the camp fire she started. She had done it out of habit and because it kept certain beasts away.
She couldn’t enjoy it, not properly, but she didn’t mind – not yet. She could still get lost in the dances of the flame that seemed to caress the air as the water had caressed her body, and for the moment this was enough to make this world bearable. There were still echoes of the songs of Avalon in her ears telling her how beautiful the world could be.
